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[danuv]

Running in a wind chill of 18 isn't really nearly as bad as it sounds. Or maybe I've just lost my damn mind. Whichever, I didn't die and that's the important bit! And I've actually made it up to 10 minutes of running. Woot! Every thing takes time. Time to lose weight, time to get to where I can really run, time to move my life on to where I want it to be. I'm trying to be patient, really I am.

I want a steak. A very rare, perfectly cooked steak with butter on it. Damnit. And fries. Double damnit.

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[danuv.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it sounds horrifying but it really is amazingly delicious. Toss 'butter' and 'steak' into a search engine and you'll get plenty of recipes. People often make compound butters with wines, herbs, cheeses... all sorts of things but butter works for me. There's a reason why I only do it once or twice a year though. ;)